It's been two weeks since I had to put my sweet Bubba cat to sleep. He was fine on a Saturday, and then he stopped eating on Sunday. After a visit to the vet on Monday and a trip to the emergency vet Tuesday, he was barely breathing and not able to stand up. The vet said it was time, and I couldn't let him go on like that, so at 3 am Wednesday, I held my baby in my arms as the vet put him to sleep.
I was initially starting to come to terms with it, but the past two days have been very hard. I still cry nearly everyday. I've been having a lot of guilt recently. The more I read about feline illnesses, the more I think he may have had symptoms of an URI, that I just didn't recognize until it was too late. None of this has been suggested by a vet or anything, just my reading up on the internet. I feel like I should have fought harder for him, and that he trusted me, and that I killed him. I know in my mind that it's not the case, and I hope talking about it will make the feeling go away. I miss him and think about him every day.